drop the top I smoke pot On the block yo bitch on my cock Shootin up the block with my glock I don't stop, I can't knock These other niggas they can't top My lines are so hot like bitches in tube tops Grab my tube socks I do rock The mic tonight it feels right you can't fight My might but it's winter so I miss the sunlight It's too chilly gettin fifties fuckin kitties suckin titties Get a quicky from a silly bitch named lilly But this windy city sorta shitty Trippy music modern hippies   I’m good at chemistry so I get high off now and laters Share ‘em with all my friends and fuck all the haters Don’t get invited to my catered green party like Ralph Nader   I slaughter beats, murder lines, and kill every single time You fuckers can’t hang when I come through with dope rhymes I’m on heroin, adderall, speed, and dank weed And I snort cocaine until my fuckin’ nose bleeds I got more money than Bill Gates needs And just lookin’ at a bitch’ll make ‘em drop to their knees   Stop all that bullshit news on the TV Fuck Beck, Maddow, Drew and O’Reilly Pop pills to wake up, pop pills to stay asleep Pop pills to dull the mind, make the people sheep Wake up motherfuckers it’s time to let loose The GOP today, ain’t like the Bull-Moose The tea party faggots all graspin’ they bullets Hidin’ in their trailers with their 90’s mullets IRS singlin’ out the poor souls Obama gettin’ paid to control the polls The war ain’t real, it’s all for a profit But the government won’t tell you cuz they’re part of it We use to call this bullshit imperialism But in our world of materialism People live and die and no one gives a shit Wake up or you’re doomed to be part of it